#makowatson

for all intent and purposes, amadeo has disappeared from the pali house for almost a whole week. he’s been doing research on annabelle, specifically her demon goat form, but it’s also served as a way to not have to confront anything. 

mako is the first man to have ever fucked him, beauregard and him were complicated, but thankfully he hasn’t had any altercations with malachi. he either returns early in the morning or late at night, but this time he finally bumps into the son of poseidon outside. amadeo has bags under his eyes, various papers stuffed into his pocket, and ink all over his finger. still, he puts on a smile and walks up to him. 

There was one thing that had become very clear to him in the past couple of days. He couldn’t rely on his own team members to do the right thing. And if he wanted to correct their wrongs, well, he needed to fucking learn how to swim, for starters. Which is how he ended up at the lake, waiting for fish-boy to show up and jump in before ruining his day with his own damn cursed presence. “Hi!” Hudson stands at the end of the pier, offering the younger man a tight smile and an awkward little wave. “I’m Hudson, uh, heard you’re really good at swimming and all that.” Heard? Hudson cringes. He clearly had eyes and could see him swim. “Is it true? You can talk to fish and breath under water?”

After the first few days of exploring camp essentially on his own, the arrival of the rest of the demigods was both exciting and nerve wracking. While part of him wanted to run up and introduce himself to every single one, there was another part that needed some space, some time to ease into it. Apparently the trial had been a literal nightmare, so chances were they all needed their space too.

It was the groups first day back, and while they all settle in again, Dean found himself almost ten meters high, perched on a tree with a lyre in his hand. He idly began to play the instrument, strumming out a song he’d heard in his ambrosian trance. Even when he heard the rustling from down below, he didn’t stop, though he did let his gaze linger on the man as he walked past, wondering if he even knew where the music was coming from.

The trees were much better company, anyway. 

He was about to cut up his eggs and give Sorin a bite when he noticed someone standing there. Close. A little too close for his preferences. Vio squinted and looked to Mako. What was he, daydreaming? It wasn’t like he anticipated anyone to be around here, not when the hall was far more inviting and warm. “Are you lost?” God, he hoped he was.

So as the day finally began to wind down, he sank gingerly into the hot spring that he’d found just outside of camp a few weeks ago. While it was probably a well known spot for the locals, he had been rather proud of himself for finding it all on his own. Eyes melted shut as his muscles relaxed under the warm water. It was only the rustle in the trees behind him that snapped him back to reality. “Mako?” he called out once he’d recognized the man’s features strolling toward him. “Two great minds, huh?” he mused, shifting a bit to make room for the son of Poseidon if he so chose to join him. There was more than enough space.